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course not you should know that. considering what you're watching

tehe, can't we all! what is this song then, who is it written by, and what movie is it from?!?!?!? HUH?!?!? biggrin

She got a lover's soul she got her radio
She got her memories and her extremities
She's drivin' much too fast
She needs to make it last
She wrote a song for you
She calls it black and blue
Aint no way to live a lifetime aint no way to live at all
Aint no way to live a lifetime It just aint no way to live at all
She's sick of being late
She knows she's' second rate
She wonders if you'll stay
And love her anyway
She's crawling back again
It's such a bitter end
She knows she don't belong
She screams a children's song
The sun don't shine my way
And the moon don't make me dance
If you're listening hear me pray
I'd give my hands for just a second chance
My plea is not in vain
She lost her lover's soul she lost her radio
She got her memories and her extremities
Just let that bad man go
She's sweating in the snow
No one to call her own
Don't call the truth ain't home
All alone all alone...

GENERAL:
I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.


ALL:
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.


GENERAL:
I'm very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.


ALL:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major-General.


GENERAL:
I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's;
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox,
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;


I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies,
I know the croaking chorus from the Frogs of Aristophanes!
Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore,
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.


ALL:
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.


GENERAL:
Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform,
And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.


ALL:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major-General.


GENERAL:
In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin",
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin,
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at,
And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat",
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery--
In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy,
You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee.


ALL:
You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee.
You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee.
You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee.


GENERAL:
For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.


ALL:
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major-General

i had that memorized for awhile xp ninja

Chorus: Speed bonny boat, like a bird on the wing. "Onward!", the sailors cry. Carry the lad that was born to be king over the sea to Sky

Strong, the waves crash. Loud, the winds roar. Thunder clouds rend the air. baffled our foes stand on the shore, follow they will not dare

Chorus

Many's the lad that fought on this day, Well the claymore could weild. when the night came, silently lay, dead on Caloden's feild.

Chorus

Burned are our homes. Exile and death scatterd the loyal men. yet ere the sword cool in it's sheath, Charlie will come again.

Chorus

Charlie will come again.


This is an Scotish tune about the Scotish Prince Charlie's invasion of England. The good Prince was routed the moment his forces came ashore and had to retreat, but Charlie swore to return once his forces could regroup. The words "over the sea to Sky" refer to Charlies retreat over the sea to the island of Sky (it's most likly not spelled that way though sweatdrop )

And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!

Underneath the blue sky, the wind blows toward the future...
...as if to draw the rays of the sun into an embrace.

I just let it push me around, leaving only my footprints behind.

If I have the air to stroke my cheek and soft grass to fall down on...
...I don't need anything else. Sleeping with a contented smile...

...I stare into tomorrow that stretches on endlessly.

And another one. whee

London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared -- and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

[Chorus]
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Meltdown expected and the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
London is drowning, and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don't wanna shout
But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

[Chorus x2]
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear era, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?

I never felt so much alive.